(A.N: Hello my lovelies~, it's me Lacie (not my real name) here to share my awesomeness ;3, this is my first non one-shot! So be nice to me please! So enjoy~)
Ada coughed due to all of the dust particles in Oz's untouched room while, plucking "The Holy Knight" series her older brother cherished from the dusty bookshelf. She hummed to herself as she smiled at the page that automatically opened. It was at the part that Oz stopped the night before him disappeared. The bookmark was a picture of him and her along with the only picture of their mother glued underneath. She pocketed the book to inspect closer later; a thunk could be heard through the grave like room stirring up more dust. Her breath hitched at the thought of her being caught since, this room was forbidden to enter. They still wanted her to believe that he would jump out of the closet and tackle her in a hug like old times, but she knew that was never going to happen. She learned that from her,
Her eyes burned from holding back tears as she thought of her. "Ada~ look what I made for you~" a musical voice reached her ears. She turned around swiftly to see a half open wardrobe, not her.
She giggled to herself thinking how Oz can't close a door to save his life. Wait did she think of him in present tense! She mentally slapped herself. He's dead so he couldn't save his own life she thought sadly while frowning. Ada slowly walked toward the half opened wardrobe. She winced at the wardrobe creaking, she griped on the door frame tighter while she opened it slower. The vibrations of the door made her hand feel numb for a second. She grabbed the first coat in reach and hugged it, his scent was still there. Spearmint and clay engulfed her nose, soon she blacked out .